We had been walking for hours. Again.
And still, that mountain stood there, distant, like it didn’t care whether we reached it or died trying.
“Please tell me that’s closer,” Warrin groaned.
“It's closer,” Everest said.
“…define closer,” Nix added.
Everest didn’t answer, which told me everything I needed to know.
“Great,” I muttered.
“Love that for us.”
Krystal didn’t slow her pace, despite the fatigue that had settled into all of us.
“We keep moving.”
Of course, we did. Stopping wasn’t an option. So, I adjusted the strap of my bag, shifting the weight slightly as we crested the ridge… and stopped.
Not just me.
All of us.
Because the ground ahead… disappeared.
A cliff.
A massive, jagged tear in the earth.
“That’s not ideal.” Warrin trailed off.
“No, it’s not.” Aspen added.
